The old standard , made popular to my generation by Social Distortion, Ball and Chain set the ta contemplative show. I identified with that song. The droning of the riffs to that song capture depression well. Everyday the same. I used to be that hopeless. Drunk, on the streets,etc. I was nearly overcome with gratitude for a while, because I survived. This soon turned into me becoming depressed by the words and minor chords of that song.
Next was Amazing Grace, a bass guitar, singer, and harmonica, conveyed the love that is blind faith, and I was lifted to a point of being merely a conduit of emotion, a channel, nothing more.I just soaked in all the good intentions and it was enough.
After that was , Up On Cripple Creek. The bumbling happy go lucky ditty about a drunkard and his fat mama Bessie up in the hills had me a grinning. That is the power of music. To make you sad, to make you fall in love, to make you wanna fly, to make you wanna cry. The next song was about a person reminiscing about their background in Appalachia and how all the trees, were logged and clear cut, along with their whole way of life. The sadness was right there, as the singer breathed in melancholy tones, I thought of all the sadness when reflecting on all the trees being gone from your homeland. Your relatives all dead, or moved away. Everyone you know, broke and hungry. Desperate, and beaten, just like the subject of Ball and Chain. The near suicidal result on the other side of that emotional equation had me left with two alternatives. Give up, or keep going. I decided to sleep, and listen to more music the next day.
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